A Surprise Visit
i was nervous as a young virgin lad in a whorehouse. After a long cyber relationship, never having met in person, i stood at the door of my Mistress's abode. She'd invited me to visit Her for a long weekend. Actually, it was not so much of an invitation as a command, as i discovered attached in my e-mail a round-trip ticket to her home airport. A subsequent communication from Her offered as much explanation as i was going to get...
"It's time for U/us to meet in person. you'll arrive Friday afternoon. you can take an Uber to the address below. Bring what you'll need for a weekend excursion."
And that was that. Luckily, my calendar was empty. i knew immediately that i'd follow the provocative directive.
The next several days in preparation for my trip seemed surreal, as though i was experiencing events from the outside in. A third party observer of my own life. A phantasm, barely connected to reality. Yet, there i stood, at the door of Her lovely home, suitcase in hand, trying desperately to avoid shaking from nervousness.
She answered the door and i was astonished at Her attractiveness. You see, i'd never seen Her before...not even a photo. She was taller than i'd expected, brunette, tasteful and carefully applied make-up - lovely lashes and some shadow. Nice lips. She was leggy, wearing a short, tight skirt, sheer black leggings, high heel, open-toe sandals. A loose top with plunging neckline, no bra. Tasteful jewelry - silver earrings, necklace, bracelets, both on Her wrist and on one of Her ankles. Interesting designs, reminiscent of southwestern symbols.
i stammered a greeting, barely in control of what i was doing or saying. i stared at a beautiful visage. She'd told me once that some of Her friends told Her She looked like Hallie Jackson. i agreed. She bore a striking facial resemblance, although i thought my Mistress was a svelte version of the NBC news woman.
She got me settled in, had me deposit all my stuff in Her guest bedroom. She suggested i enjoy a shower and i did.
There was commotion in the kitchen as i prepared to present my refreshed self. Apparently, a friend of Hers was making U/us dinner. She escorted me to the dining table. He served U/us and then bowed out, explaining that he had a date of his own. His mannerisms suggested he was gay.
We sat to some grilled salmon, couscous and mixed vegetables. She had me open a bottle of German white wine from the fridge, a Rhinefalz Riesling Kabinett. i poured and She proceeded to take charge of the meal, talking about everything from the weather to politics to music, from entertainment to sports (O/our home NFL teams differed), the challenges of home ownership to how intrigued She was to finally meet me.
As dinner wrapped up She made Her way into the living room, and told me, "Rinse everything and load the dishwasher. Join Me when You're done." i eagerly followed Her edict, clumsily finding my way around the strange kitchen.
Upon completing my chores i joined Her on the couch, a luxurious, welcoming piece facing an entertainment center and a fireplace. She turned on three things - the TV, the gas fireplace and me. i wondered, how could i have ended up in the company of such a spectacularly gorgeous and compelling woman? Moreover, one who had claimed me, heart and soul, as Her thrall, Her slave, Her worshiper.
W/we watched some news, as She explained that this was a ritual for Her on this Friday evening. W/we sat side by side, sipped wine, watched and commented on the events of the day. As the news shows wound down She took U/us in a new direction.
"Pour us each another glass of wine. And then be a love and go fetch the suitcase in the guest bedroom closet."
i poured and then fetched, returning with a sizeable suitcase.
She announced out loud, "Inspection." And waited momentarily. Then She explained, "When I say 'inspection' you'll remove all your clothes and then stand at attention in front of Me. For an inspection."
She turned off the TV. She fiddled with the remote and some soft jazz percolated in the background. I recognized the lyrical approach of Lou Donaldson's alto sax. She watched me comply, promptly but nervously to Her demand of an inspection. Soon i stood there, naked as a bird, under Her gaze. "Stand up straight," She commanded. "Shoulders back. Ordinarily I'd say 'eyes ahead' but I've noticed you've been staring at Me. I give you permission to stare...wherever You want - My legs, down My top, into My eyes.
i gawked at Her, from head to toe. i ended up looking into Her eyes. Her penetrating, all-knowing eyes, glaring right back into mine. She opened the suitcase and extracted a contraption that She identified as a chastity devise, what She preferred to call a cock and ball cage. "Hands behind your back. And go ahead and watch Me do this," she offered, as She fit it over my cock and then entrapped my balls. She swiveled it into place, snapped it shut and secured it with a tiny little lock. She turned the key and then clasped the key onto Her necklace. "For safekeeping," She said. "I like My slave to be concentrating on Me and not his own gratification. This little cock cage insures that." She winked at me.
Next, She pulled out a neck collar and handed it to me. "Read the tag out loud," and i did. "brian xander - slave and property of Amanda Blair." O/our names. "Kiss it. Then read it and kiss it eleven more times."
i counted each recitation and kiss. After the eleventh recitation She secured the collar around my neck and then snapped a leash onto the collar.
"Let's take a walk," She said. "On all fours, slave." i hit the floor on all fours. She pulled gently and i followed Her. "I want to show you My sunroom. You haven't seen it yet." We walked and then, suddenly, "Heel!" She jerked on the leash. Old dog owner that i am, i recognized the command. i postured myself beside but slightly behind her. Still as stone. "Good boy," She complimented me. W/we resumed O/our walk. She resumed the Doggie command. "Heel!" again. Then She dropped the leash on the floor. "Stay," she ordered. and She walked alone to the threshold of Her sunroom.
"Pick up the leash with your mouth." I bent my head to the ground, took the leash between my lips, then gripped it more securely between my teeth.
"Come!" She called, and i shuffled toward her and entered the verdant and window-filled room.
"Give Me your leash." i presented it to Her. She took it from me. "Now sit." i swayed back on my haunches and She let the leash slacken. "I hope you appreciate My love of plants and My green thumb," She spoke.
"Wouldn't You know it, Mistress. i'm a plant person too!" She seemed pleased.
She gave me a rundown of some of Her favorites. It was indeed an impressive collection of greenery. "I'm especially proud of this one - My crenelated euphorbia." It was, indeed a magnificent specimen. Nearly five feet tall with countless arms extending from the main trunk. The two of U/us enjoyed the silence and the verdant atmosphere. Finally, She said, "Let's go." And She led me back to the couch, issuing the Heel, Stay and Come commands along the way. Arriving at the couch She dropped the leash to the floor, sat on the couch and said, "Stand." i complied.
